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• Artiste: Colette Carr
• Titre: Racking Up
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To the mother fucking ceiling Racking up, racking up, racking up Ceiling Racking up, racking up, racking up To the mother fucking ceiling Tear the fucking roof off Stack to the fucking ceiling Filthy in this paper Bitches hardly breathing Suffocate the building Billin' for the entry Tell that valle to shut her mouth To the forty ounces empty Why you gotta tempt me Always jocking on my ten piece Asking all these questions Telling Cherrytree don't set me All the way, turn it up Namaste don't give a fuck Forties blaze in the trunk Walls shake, bump, bump Beach side, ocean front You know how I'm feeling Got that paper stacking up To the mother fucking ceiling Racking up, racking up, racking up Ceiling Racking up, racking up, racking up To the mother fucking ceiling Racking up, racking up, racking up Ceiling Racking up, racking up, racking up To the mother fucking ceiling Speak sound, speeze track Oh ee, dreeze mack What the fuck you looking at Beep beep, speed pass Lost inside these benny walls I can't find my other man Bricks on bricks, racks on cash Breaking all these rubber bands Hot damn bitches shake Clap, clap, cali cake Mackin' on that money Keep it coming See that skriller take All the way, turn it up Namaste don't give a fuck Fourteen blaze in the trunk Walls shake, bump bump Beach side, ocean front You know how I'm feeling Got that paper stacking up To the mother fucking ceiling Racking up, racking up, racking up Ceiling Racking up, racking up, racking up To the mother fucking ceiling Racking up, racking up, racking up Ceiling Racking up, racking up, racking up To the mother fucking ceiling Damn, hold up, hold up Whatcha trynna do to me Damn, hold up, hold up Whatcha trynna do to me I say jump, bitches go dumb I say jump, bitches go dumb I say jump, bitches go dumb Go dumb, get dumb I say jump, jump, jump Hold up, jump, jump I say jump, bitches get dumb I say jump, jump, jump Hold up, jump, jump To the mother fucking ceiling Racking up, racking up, racking up Ceiling Racking up, racking up, racking up To the mother fucking ceiling Racking up, racking up, racking up Ceiling Racking up, racking up, racking up To the mother fucking ceiling To the mother fucking ceiling